What DOES constitute a “real” concert? I’m guessing the Wiggles don’t count, or maybe I’m just saying that because I took a three year old Munchkin to one. Which he actually sort of hated. As I belatedly clarified in the comments, I would say it is an arena type of event, and one where beer is sold.

I don’t know how many people saw that before voting, but the largest percentage of you, thirty-three, stated that a young person should be at least twelve before attending their first concert. My personal preference is a little older, probably somewhere between fourteen and sixteen, depending on the performer.

Today’s question is about those men children need so much, their dads.

This is formerly wholesome teen star Miley Cyrus on the “green” carpet before the Teen Choice Awards. Not exactly the outfit I would have hoped for.

This is an even less wholesome Miley Cyrus performing on the Teen Choice Awards. It has been claimed that it technically isn’t a stripper pole because it is on top of an ice cream cart, but since when did ice cream carts have poles on them? Semantics, says I.

I don’t know if you’ve ever watched Important Things with Demitri Martin on Comedy Central, but it is actually a very funny show. When I first saw the promos for it, I was a little put off by the hipster vibe that Demitri gives off, what with his primary-colored wardrobe choices and shaggy hair.

But I got past that one night, and it is definitely good for some laughs. Each show has a central theme, and this one is “Coolness.”

Check out some dads who refuse to give up on being cool just because they happen to be carrying their babies around.

Jon Gosselin has a semi-popular (and I do mean semi) popular reality show that is based around his family life, and when his family life implodes, dude goes nuts. And yet, he is followed around by the tabloids as if he were Brad Pitt. In fact, I think he is actually getting more tabloid coverage than Brad, if one can believe that.

Is it because he’s dating young blondes? Is it because he always looks so very clueless? Or because he has essentially abandoned his children to go partying and gallivanting about on other people’s yachts?

As I said before, I don’t get it.

But what flummoxes me (flummox being my third-favorite word in the English language) is why the women are dating him at all. He has left the state his children reside in and gotten himself a bachelor pad! So much for placing importance on his kids! In my eyes, he isn’t even remotely intelligent, or handsome, or witty, or any other criteria that most people have for a boyfriend. And at this point in time, certainly isn’t behaving like prime dad material, which is supposed to melt women’s hearts.

Maybe it’s the earring?

For some reason, though, he is being celebrated and courted by the media. And the blondes.

But you know that if a mother did the same thing, left the state and went around hooking up with hot young boy toys, she would be excoriated as a horrible mother from coast to coast. Now that I think about it, with eight young children, I’m betting there wouldn’t be many guys even willing to go out with her on a lunch date.

Based on the Jon Gosselin experience, it’s still definitely a man’s world out there.

Especially when all the chicks can apparently overlook the fact that he is wearing sneakers with no socks.

God, I hope his name was James. He bought me lunch, you’d think I could make a point of remembering. At this point in Blogathon, however, 20 hours in, I’m lucky if I can remember how to use the alphabet.

In any case, James, while appreciating a good snark and laugh as much as the next man, specifically requested that I post something genuinely moving tonight, and as I was sifting through my Tumblr for blog fodder, I found this video, and played it.

And I started to cry.

So here, James. This aught to do it even if you HAVEN’T stayed up all night. Behold one of the living natural treasures of the West Coast, Shane Koyczan, performing his spoken word poetry on Beethoven.

They might think they’ve got a pretty jump shot or a pretty good flow, but our kids can’t all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne. I want them aspiring to be scientists and engineers, doctors and teachers, not just ballers and rappers. I want them aspiring to be a Supreme Court justice. I want them aspiring to be president of the United States of America.

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